watching the valley sky
what would it take
to fill this sky with octopuses
i don’t know
but i bet there’s a poem in there
i awoke to this life 07 november 1956
in baltimore maryland, near the chesapeake bay
canadian geese migrate through there
i like to imagine them flying
high above saint agnes hospital moving south
perhaps crying out even as i made my first cry
at 4:16 am
two hours before dawn came over the bay
the suffering of my mother
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
If we could see the whole truth of any situation, our only response would be one of compassion.
Common sense is not so common.
There is far more love available to us in any given moment than we might be aware.